Showing posts with label Photostory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photostory. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2007

H i k a r i : The Light

These days, I walk alone, out in the open cold...


With no one's hand to hold.


And each step I take - my road gets darker.


Each step I don't take, I'm only shoved forward.


The cold can be welcoming -


With its open embrace for numbing.


But it never really helped, for my fears won't seem to melt.


To every road, there should be a light.


The light should end those fears at night.


But...


These days, I walk alone.


Out in the open cold -


With no one's hand to hold.


And it's freezing, I'm cold.


Though no one seems to know.

Owari~

((Based on a poem I wrote back in sixth or seventh grade. I had such glum thoughts back then. We compiled the poem and photo shoot together, pretty much out on a whim. It still took a bit of work and messing up, so I hope you enjoyed our hard work.))

Sincerely,

Nobod
y

Ps. When I changed the template of this blog, the words above were changed too. For some reason, you won't be able to see my poem if you don't highlight this entry. Just a heads up.


I DON'T UNDERSTAND WOMEN

I was napping on ***'s favorite peasant top, so I'll admit it was partially my fault. But who said she had to go shopping in that shirt, in particular. I may be a bit of a womanizer, but I don't think I'll ever understand women.


...zz...ZZzzz...




Thack, you're sleeping on my shirt. Come on, I need it.
I want to sleep. Can't you wear something else?

No, because I was saving this top for this outing.




You've got to be kidding me.
Please?




*sigh*



*grumpy*



Thank you, Thack~ery~
Sure, sure.









There. Go ahead.
*kiss*





Are girls always like this?